Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

To start this story off, we moved into this house when I was in Fifth grade, my youngest brother was four or so and my oldest brother was turning twelve at the time. I loved the house, it was nice and my Step Dad’s daughter just moved out so we got a deal on it. Weird stuff started happening a few weeks after I moved on, when I would go downstairs (my oldest brother’s room) I would get chills and felt like I would see shadows even though I knew I was probably creeping myself out.

Maybe a Month later, my little brother started saying he had a friend who lived under his bed, his “friends” name was Oscar and he was a little boy his age and that the little boy said his parents killed him, and my mother blew it off and so did I, because lot’s of kid’s have imaginary friends, but we didn’t know how he could think of something like death and describe it so visually. Then he started talking weird , saying his “friend” wanted to sleep in my mom’s bed, and saying that his “friend” keeps him up at night saying weird things about death that scared him.

Then my brother said one day when my mom was putting him to bed and I over heard him saying this to mother “I was scared one night it was dark, I saw someone on my bed and I turned on the light and it was just my friend”. We started getting uneasy but never really took it to heart as much as we should have, then my mom started hearing foot stomps upstairs in my little brother’s room, and sounds like someone was jumping on his bed and knocking stuff over, my mom never told me and my oldest brother about it because she didn’t want to freak us out, but we soon found out for ourselves in time.

It was about 2:30 pm I had just got home from school, my brother always got home at 3:30 pm because he went to the middle school and I was only in fifth grade at the time like I said, I got home put on my favorite movie “cold minors daughter”, put a burrito in the microwave and sat down, then I heard a huge stomp like someone had broken into our house, (which is what I thought at first), I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of butter knives and screw drivers and went outside to get my guard dog name “Guya” (named after my step dad not me). I was so scared I was shaking, I went upstairs and let him sniff around , no one was there, we got to my mom’s bathroom and he started barking at nothing, I believe that he seen something I didn’t. I ran downstairs and called mom crying saying I heard someone upstairs.

I sat outside while I called her and by that time my oldest brother got home, I told him what was going on and me and him walked inside, side by side and all the sudden there were rapid foot stomps like all over the upstairs like a million people were angry and stomping. Then the house phone came flying down the stairs and hit the wall, me and my brother ran outside and about five minutes later my mom got home, we all three walked inside and the footsteps stopped, then there was a big thump like my TV fell over, and then we heard a loud yell, and a whole bunch of voices yelling back and forth but we couldn’t understand what they were saying, we all ran outside as fast as we could, and I looked up at my brother’s window and there was a boy standing in it looking at us. My mom went inside with holy water while me and my brother sat outside, she went around the whole house with it, and we moved less than a month later.

I’ll never forget the boy in the window, and the voices we heard, and my brother never talked about Oscar again. My little brother is seven year’s old now and every time we ask him about Oscar he say’s that he followed us from the house in the woods where we lived before the house on hermitage and my little brother say’s he invited him to come live with us, but then other spirits started coming, and Oscar meant no harm.

Who knows what really was going on, but I’ll never forget it.

Sent in by Tawny, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com